Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.